Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.